Hey there, this is a super long chapter, probably double of what I usually write. That's because there's a lot to set up for the future chapters and that's why it took me a bit to get this out. The next chapter will take a bit to come out as well, given how its another chapter built on high drama and all that jazz.

If you liked this chapter, do leave a review, I could use all the feedback I can get, and even if it's negative, at least it's feedback, and I love feedback! But anyway, here's the chapter. Enjoy! :D


The trip over to the maximum security prison didn't take long, given the limitations on Beast Boy's transformations didn't exclude any of the high speed animals that allowed him to keep up with the others. Starfire was flying overheard, Raven and Cyborg was in the T-Car and Robin was of course in the R-Cycle. Which was a really dumb name for a motorcycle.

Beast Boy had suggested some much cooler and fitting names for it, but each were declined. Apparently 'The Mega-Ultra Titan Cycle' wasn't a better name than 'R-Cycle'.

Once they had gotten there, they found the front half of the prison's gate and fences blasted open, and some prisoners were already trying to run out of them. However, they seemed to know not to mess with the Titans, as seeing the iconic five, they surrendered almost instantly.

"Raven, Cyborg, patch up the fence, make sure these guys can't get out, the rest of us will check for the Hivelings." Robin dished out orders, orders that were met almost immediately. Raven's psychic powers combined with Cyborg's expertise in repair meant that fence would probably get fixed in no time.

The other three then rushed into the broken-down door of the jail, revealing all cells were forcefully opened, and the bodies of police officers were littered throughout the place. Thankfully, none of them were bleeding and just seemed to be incapacitated for the moment.

"Where are they?" Starfire was the first to wonder, her bright green eyes looking around, and even behind and under her. "Probably deeper into this place where Plasmus and Cinderblock are, come on!" Robin quickly answered, running forward, closely followed by Starfire and Beast Boy.

However, a funny sight had caught the attention of the changeling, causing him to stop in his tracks and look at the only unopened cell in the entire place, containing none other than Control Freak.

Small chuckles began to escape the mutant's mouth, looking at the chubby villain, dressed in all orange, sitting boredly on his bed. "They don't like you?" He asked the prisoner, who just frowned and shook his head.

"They uh… ran down that hallway and then went to the left, I think.I heard officers talking about being quiet when they go that way, so it's probably that goo guy." Control Freak surprisingly informed Beast Boy, causing a confused pout to cross the changeling's face. "Hey, if they ain't going to break me out, screw 'em! Kick their butts" He quickly defended himself, causing another chuckle to come out of Beast Boy's mouth.

"Thanks! Oh, by the way, Night Stalker 1 or 2?" The Titan quickly asked the villain, who just let out a large sigh, as if he was waiting for that question all day.

"Oh my god, that's a question? The original Night Stalker was the peak of Berryland Studios, even after their release of Destroying the Earth and Power Guy. The visuals there were STUNNING for a movie as old as it is, and the story holds up so well to this day. Night Stalker 2 just feels really fan-servicey, like they replaced Eric with some dumb bimbo named Penny, retconned every cool power the Night Stalker and gave him the ability to talk for some reason. And the ending, good god, was that a shitshow, they…"

Beast Boy could only take so much nerd ranting, plus he was here to stop bad guys from breaking other bad guys out of prison, not to listen to the nonsensical reasoning for hating such a good movie and loving such a bad one, so the changeling just left Control Freak to continue going on.

Given the fact that he was still talking despite Beast Boy already running off, he was probably still deep into his rant. Good, now we can never have to watch that horrid thing during movie nights again.

Managing to catch up, he skidded to turn the corner to the left to see the Hivelings, more specifically, Mammoth running his body into the maximum security door while Gizmo and Jinx were fighting with Robin and Starfire.

Here we go.. Beast Boy transformed into a cheetah, rushing forward, jumping up onto the back of Mammoth, claws digging into those huge muscles. "Ah, what the?!" The giant yelled, reaching his arms back to try and pry the green cat of him.

However, he didn't need to, as a long metal leg swung and knocked the changeling down, sending him back several feet. "Get off him, twerp!" Gizmo's irritating voice ridiculed him, before letting out a screech as Robin threw more birdarangs at him.

Shaking his head, Beast Boy got back up to his feet, only to see the massive villain charging forward, shoulder extended, like he was a football player carrying the ball. Quickly, the changeling shifted down into a squirrel, jumping between the charging Mammoth's legs.

"Oh how I've been wanting to get my hands on you!" Mammoth yelled, cracking his knuckles and gritting his teeth, causing Beast Boy to remember back to when he had almost choked out the villain. Even if he was being a dick, he didn't deserve all that. The punch to the nuts though was heavily satisfying.

Beast Boy was actually going to apologize, however, Mammoth once again went to charge, his loud footsteps and non-stop grunting louder than anything he would say. So, shifting into a mouse, he tried his previous trick, only for the brute to catch on rather quickly, grabbing him before he could jump through his legs.

Huffing, the changeling then shifted into a llama, causing a confused look to cross Mammoth's face before he got a rather large loogie splashed across his face, his hands releasing the Titan as he went to frantically wipe the spit from his eyes.

Shifting now into a billy goat, he ran and rammed into the distracted Hiveling, sending the mountain of muscle into a skidding frenzy on the cool ground. Seeing him not immediately get up once his body had fully stopped, Beast Boy took that as an opportunity to go back to try and help the others.

Thankfully, he turned around when he did, having enough time to duck down to avoid a pink laser from decapitating him. "Aw, you were cuter when you were the goat." Jinx's crude voice mocked the changeling, who took offense to the comment, frowning and furrowing his brows.

"Hey, I'm totally cute! Look at this smile!" Beast Boy defended himself, standing up straight and giving the villain a toothy smile, pointing up to his shining whites while Jinx… didn't look impressed. "Maybe cute to your loser Titans, but not to anyone with half a brain." She coldly remarked, that evil smirk still on her face.

"So I'm cute to you then? Your head looks empty enough for it!" The changeling retorted, immediately after needing to dodge another pink blast. "Ok, I deserved that one." He laughed, only to need to dodge yet again.

"Hey, if that's the comments you make about girls, maybe Terra was right to leave your sorry butt!" Jinx threw out another insult, along with another laser slice that Beast Boy jumped over this time.

The comment about Terra caught him off-guard, but he wasn't going to let a villain like Jinx affect him so easily with a snide comment like that. He had accepted that he and Terra weren't going to work, and was trying to move on. It did still sting to have someone berate him on it though.

"I don't know what she saw in you!" She just continued to add on, keeping on firing those sharp lasers that Beast Boy had to really work to avoid. "Hey, maybe I can show you sometime?" The mutant countered with a bit of a flirt, now beginning to use his shifting to help avoid all the blasts.

Just because he had a crush on Raven doesn't mean he couldn't throw in a sly comment or two towards other chicks. But given Jinx's reaction of just trying to blast him more and more, he could guess she wasn't into him. A shame, since she wasn't that bad-looking.

Thankfully, the barrage of pink bolts was put to an end as an explosion sent Jinx flying sideways, crashing against a wall and letting out a grunt as she slumped to the ground.

"If you're done flirting, we have a bit of a situation over here." Robin's angry voice alerted Beast Boy, pointing over towards the door to Plasmus's cell being blasted open, and soon enough, the giant sludge monster came out, Gizmo right behind him, laughing as menacingly as one could being 3 feet tall and having a baby's head.

"Uh oh.." Starfire then eeped, and turning around, it seemed that the others had forgotten about Mammoth, as now he AND Cinderblock were back, and Jinx was slowly getting back up onto her feet.

"Not really use to being outnumbered, are ya brats?" Mammoth's menacing tone mocked the three, Beast Boy just shaking his head in response. "Not exactly a specialty." There were the Slade bots, but other than that, the Titans usually had the numbers game won. Now? Not so much.

The five had backed up the Titans into the prison yard, a wide and open, grassy space with weight benches, basketball courts and even a sandy track surrounding all the turf.

"Let's even things up, shall we?" Cyborg's voice then interrupted the five's surrounding, a blue beam came into sight, hitting its target directly in the head, that target being Cinderblock. However, the massive rock monster just seemed annoyed, a small grunt escaping its stone mouth as it just rubbed the side of his head, as if it had been bit by a mosquito.

"Maybe not the most optimal target to catch by surprise." Raven informed her cybernetic friend grimly, who looked offended by her observation. "He's the biggest target! We take him down, we win faster!" Cyborg defended himself adamantly and she only replied with a shake of her head.

"Titans, go!" Robin's signature callout then interrupted the 'argument', and suddenly Beast Boy was brought back into the seriousness of the situation. 5 v 5, and each villain the Titans were facing were very capable, unlike some Slade bots.

Splitting up, Starfire was the one who went after Cinderblock, flying over its head and shooting down many starbolts that only seemed to annoy the giant. Cyborg went after Plasmus, making sure to keep his distance and on quick feet as to avoid any sludge or acid shots. Raven was dueling with Gizmo, using her shields to block all of the genius's lasers, and Robin was going hand-to-hand with Jinx. She was already hurt, given the dust on her clothing, but she was giving the Boy Wonder a good fight, expertly blocking his punches and kicks and returning them well.

Which only left…

"Now, where were we?" Mammoth. A right hand sent Beast Boy flying, all the way over onto one of the tracks. "Oh am I going to enjoy this!" The changeling could barely hear the villain's threat, as he was busy shaking the birds away flying in front of his eyes after the blow.

However, Beast Boy had prepared himself to dodge a kick, a punch, something… but Mammoth was just standing a few feet away from him, cracking his neck and flexing his muscles. Shaking his head, the changeling soon got back up onto his feet, his vision soon getting back to normal.

Now was when Mammoth decided to make a move, charging forward, and thanks to all of the time of preparation that he had given Beast Boy, he managed to dodge the tackle rather easily, before transforming into a kangaroo and giving the goliath a kick to the back, staggering him.

"God!" The villain screeched in frustration, pounding a fist into the ground before turning around and swinging a wild punch that Beast Boy was able to duck rather easily.

However, his luck of dodging Mammoth's attacks soon ended, as the mountain of muscle had gotten a hold of his hair, lifting the changeling up to meet him eye to eye. "Now, change into that gorilla thing!" Instead of another blow, it was a… request?

When Beast Boy took too long to respond, he felt a hard knee make contact with his gut, causing him to gasp for air, having his breath forced out of him by the blow, however he could only hang in Mammoth's grasp, the brute refusing to let go of his hair. "Come on, do it!"

"Wait… you want me to be a gorilla?" The changeling huffed, slowly refilling his lungs with oxygen, staring up at the menacing man who was glaring down at him. "Yeah! So I can show you what's up!"

Oh. "Look, if this is about that fight at the police station-" A punch now interrupted Beast Boy, this time across his face, with his scalp being released. The combination of the two sent the mutant crashing to the ground, the sand track cracking open to reveal levels of earth and dirt.

"Do it!"

If it'll get you to shut up... Beast Boy could only grimace in his head, feeling the side of his face swell up, burning in pain. Closing his eyes, though that was only partially by choice, he focused all he could onto the massive primate, closing his fists, trying to feel the strength of the animal course through him.

Except, all that coursed through him was intense pain, and when the changeling thought he had it, a massive rush of agony ran through his body, causing him to yell in pain and collapse back to the ground.

"Ugh…" Beast Boy coughed, panting and trying to stay as still as he could on the earth as possible. He'd hold onto a hurt body part, but… everything hurt, and it seemed any little bit of movement just made it worse.

He knew the dangers of transforming, *or in this case, trying to transform* when he wasn't ready. It could be from anything, from stress to physical weakness to even when woken up too early in the morning. It often resulted in lots of pain, and in some drastic cases, broken bones. But just feeling throughout his body, nothing felt out of place or snapped, just extremely, extremely hurt.

A hearty chuckle was heard overhead, and the mutant couldn't help but snarl slightly as none other than Mammoth laughed. "Hah, that's what I thought." He said in triumph, giving Beast Boy a light kick to his side.

"Now, since you seemed to like it when you did it to me…" A huge hand then engulfed the bottom half of Beast Boy's face, covering his nose and mouth. "... let me return the favor."

His eyes widened as he realized just what Mammoth was doing, and he started to struggle, though his weakened state made it difficult to put up any resemble of a fight. He couldn't really morph with the amount of pain he was in and there was no way the changeling was going to overpower the man.

So… Beast Boy tried more unconventional methods.

He tried to lick all over the palm of Mammoth's, however his reaction was more of a disgusted glare rather than anything that would cause a release. He couldn't get a good grip for a bite, and no matter of kicking, punching or twisting could make him get off.

It didn't help that the changeling's consciousness was affected by the blow to his head, and thus it didn't take long until his vision grew blurry and his already weak actions slowed and grew to that of a toddler's strength.

Suddenly, a grip on his face loosened, and Beast Boy could just barely note of Mammoth struggling against something, and as he began to regain his sight, he noticed the black tentacle wrapped around the villain's throat.

"Release him or I will snap your neck!" Raven's uncharacteristic and demonic roar sent a rush of both dread and relief throughout the changeling's body, and peeking up only amplified that dread. She had grown another pair of eyes, all four of them a blood red, and she had risen from the ground, levitating on a wave of black energy.

He had seen her in this state once before, during a battle with Dr. Light, but that was when her father's manifestation was in her mind and her emotions were on edge, why was it back now?

Thankfully, it seemed that Mammoth had a bit of sense, as his hand was lifted from the Titan's mouth, allowing Beast Boy to gasp and gulp in as much air as he could. "Okay, okay… I did it… now let me go!" It didn't take an empath to know that the usually headstrong behemoth was scared, his voice dripping with fear and maybe even some regret.

A few seconds passed, and it seemed that Raven was undecided about actually letting Mammoth go. Her quadruple eyes staring a hole into the massive man who was reduced to a shaking sag of muscle, who's life was in the hands of a pissed off demon.

Finally, the tentacle launched Mammoth into one of the weight benches, a barbell landing on his chest, causing a gasp to come out of his mouths, and he could only roll over onto his stomach to relieve the pain.

"You ok?" Raven's normal voice then asked him, seeing the pretty hooded girl stand over him now.

"Eh, think I'll make it." The changeling sighed in response, giving her a toothy grin, as if trying to hide the real pain that he was in.

However, he was never the best actor, and Raven being an empath could easily detect something was wrong, lifting Beast Boy back up to his feet and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "Let's not take any risks."

"Risking our lives is our job, Rae." He retorted playfully, grateful in having something, or someone in this case, to lean against. "Not unnecessary risks." She was quick to point out and he chuckled softly. "Where's the fun in that?"

A gentle smirk crossed Raven's face and Beast Boy felt a wave of joy rush over him, seeing the usually emotionless woman seem so… comfortable around him.

"Hey Raven.." He began to speak up, a soft blush crossing his face. Here we go.. "You think we could-" Suddenly, the changeling felt her hands shove against his ribs, forcing him down onto the warm grassy ground. He had managed to get his hands out to protect his head from hitting the floor, but a shot of pain still went out through his torso after they landed.

A crashing sound rattled Beast Boy's ears, and the next thing he knew, he saw the half-demon laying on the ground not far from him, unmoving. "Raven!" He shouted, ignoring the screaming pain in his body and crawling over towards her. "Raven, you okay?" His desperate voice pleaded, lifting her head up with his hands.

She was breathing, but her eyes were closed, and after tugging back her hood, Beast Boy could feel… blood on the back of her head. Looking over towards the fighting Titans, Cyborg was keeping Cinderblock busy, while Starfire flew over the head of Plasmus and Robin had to entertain both Jinx and Gizmo. If it wasn't one of them, then who…?

"Oops, sorry BB. Meant to hit you both there!" A voice mocked him, sending a bolt of rage through him. Turning his head, his eyes caught the ever too familiar flowing blonde hair of… "Terra!" His bitter voice called the name of his former friend, as she stood several yards away, a chunk of earth beneath her as she stood on a sizeable stone.

And it seems that his call caught the attention of the others, the idle noises of explosions and crashes soon stopping and a few voices spoke from behind him.

"Well, looks like we're done here!" Gizmo's annoying voice said, using a grappling hook to latch onto both Jinx and the laid out Mammoth before jetpacking out of the place. And quite frankly, Beast Boy didn't care. All his attention now was on the blonde-haired traitor who looked… downright evil with that smirk on her face.

"Aw, don't tell me you're mad at me, Beast Boy!" Terra continued to mock him, causing Beast Boy to feel his blood boil. What had Slade done to her.. This was not the girl he had fallen head over heels for. The look in her eye was of cockiness and sinister intentions rather than the sweet and caring gaze that he longed for before.

There was a deep layer of sadness, seeing the woman that he thought he could love seem so cruel and out of reach now. A part of him wanted her back, and another part of him wanted to destroy her, his fists twitching, itching to unleash his rage somehow.

"Titans, retreat!" Robin's callout didn't help him out, turning around to see Robin use his grappling hook to zip up onto one of the fences of the yard, hopping over and out. He was bruised, along with a tear in his precious cape, and looking at the others, they weren't better off.

"I got her!" Starfire told the changeling, flying over to both him and Raven, with her soft hands slowly grasping the back of the unconscious empath. And Beast Boy was reluctant to let her go, his fingers running through her hair which was beginning to get stained in blood. Looking up, he gave the Tamaranean a conflicted face. He obviously wanted Raven to get help, but it felt like if he let her go, she'd pass in an instant. He wanted to keep her safe, but there was no way he could do it in the condition he was in. And in the end, logic won and she was relinquished over to Starfire, who gave him a caring look before soaring up out of the prison, the half-demon cradled in her arms.

"Alright BB, can you transform?" Cyborg now was the one to speak to him, using his sonic cannon to hold back Plasmus and Cinderblock.

With a small grunt, Beast Boy slowly stood back up onto his feet, nodding his head. He was in a lot of pain, but a single transforming to just get out of the place shouldn't be that bad. "Think you can do a velociraptor or something that can carry me?"

However, before Beast Boy could answer, the changeling had to duck out of the way of a boulder thrown their way. "Beast Boy, don't leave me yet! I'm still heartbroken over the last time!" Terra once again mocked him, who was panting at this point, trying his best to not respond back. She won't get the satisfaction.

And thankfully, it seemed that Cyborg wasn't taking part of any of it either, firing another sonic cannon shot at Plasmus before grabbing the mutant's hand and running off towards the interior of the prison, Beast Boy running as best as he could to not be dragged across the ground.

Their run didn't last long though, as a lift in the ground tripped the two up, a groan escaping Beast Boy's lips. "Sorry Cy, but this doesn't involve you!" A chunk of earth then came flying overhead, crashing into his robotic friend.

It didn't do much, with only dirt and a small crack in one of Cyborg's arms being the notable damage on him, however, it caused enough distance to be widened between him and his shapeshifting friend for more earth to rise up from the ground, blocking off the two from each other.

"Beast Boy!" The changeling could hear his friend's cry from within the jail, the mound of earth acting as an unbreakable door between the two, and turning around, Beast Boy was trapped with two goliaths and one sour ex-girlfriend.

Shit. He growled in his head, seeing Terra fly up on her stone, while Plasmus and Cinderblock closed the distance between them and the shapeshifter.

Plasmus was the first to shoot out a batch of sludge from its gaped mouth, and Beast Boy had to transform into a cheetah to run out of the way. The result was him being left untouched by the vile goo, but more screaming pain running throughout his body that he'd just have to fight through.

With Terra flying overhead, the exits barred, and two foes that he couldn't beat alone, let alone together, Beast Boy wasn't an idiot. Pressing the button on his belt, a loud beeping noise followed, the center of the mostly decorative belt began to flash a golden yellow. Hopefully Rob and Star get that..

On each of the Titans' gear, there was an emergency button on them, to signal danger when they were separated and couldn't use their communicator. It alerted everyone within the Teen Titans, the alarm and flashing similar to that of the Tower's security system. And even behind a wall of soil, Beast Boy could hear Cyborg's alert going off faintly.

Now he had to play the stalling game, to try and dodge around for as long as he could until someone came to help him get out of there. But with three opponents versus him, that would be difficult.

Another gallon of sludge was soon shot at him, and the changeling had to hurt himself further to dodge the attack, another transformation leading to more pain. But now Cinderblock was running after him, his thunderous steps shaking the ground beneath Beast Boy.

And that just meant more running. Cinderblock was fast for a 20 foot monster of rock, but as fast as a cheetah? Running around the track, he managed to avoid the wrath of the concrete structure, however a pool of acid forced him to halt to avoid melting his feet. That just helped close the distance between him and Cinderblock,

Thankfully, his instincts had decided not to leave him in his most dire of needs, and he was able to shift into a hawk and flap his wings out of the way of the monster's outreached hands. Several pebbles were shot his way, and he had to rely on his instincts once more to dodge them. Gazing his beady eyes up towards the blonde haired girl, it was no surprise she was the one shooting the rocks at him.

Feeling a jolt of both anger and sorrow at seeing her, Beast Boy knew he had to get up there, and that's what he was going to do. Flapping his wings once more, he flew as fast as he could, while also maneuvering his way around sharp rocks and pebbles being shot at him. And it wasn't like his dodging was perfect, the changeling could feel his skin be cut by the blade-like edges of the stones and some of the more blunt projectiles whack against his head and chest.

Soon, with many cuts and bruises acquired, Beast Boy made it up to Terra's location, shifting back into his human form and grabbing onto the stone she was stood on. His gaze was shaking with the amount of pain raking through his body, and his grip was just barely strong enough to hold onto the rock.

"Terra, stop!" He yelled, staring up at her as she looked back down at him. "Why are you doing this?!"

For a few seconds, Beast Boy swore he saw some regret and sympathy in her eyes, a frown crossing her face, and for a split moment, he saw a smile on her face, like the one she so shyly hid from him during their date and the one that made his heart race.

However, that smile evaporated too quickly, returning to a scowl and a cold gaze that contained as much contempt and arrogance that Slade's single eye held. "You really are helpless." Terra taunted him to his horror, another rock floating over to her, to which she stepped on and mockingly waved at her former friend.

And like that, the stone that he was holding onto lost its levitation, beginning to plummet to the ground, while Beast Boy could only scream in fear as the grass soon got closer and closer, and he could only hope for his demise to be as painless as possible.

A flash of orange and purple came before his eyes, and it took a bit for the changeling to realize that he was no longer falling, but instead just gliding in the sky. The grass was replaced with several blurry buildings, and he could feel a tight squeezing of his wrist.

"Hello friend!" Starfire greeted him as she flew him through the air, the wave of relief running through Beast Boy just as strong as the wind blowing against him as the Tamareanan flew him through the air.


That relief didn't last for long, as soon as they gotten to the Tower, Beast Boy remembered Raven and her unconscious state, which she was still in. Robin had speculated she was in some sort of healing state, given her body naturally floating on the hospital bed.

That however didn't help the changeling much, who was sat next to the levitating empath. Bandages were wrapped around her head, closing the wound beneath her hair, while every other part of her body was left untouched. Her cloak was taken off for the sake of analyzing if she was hurt anywhere else, and Beast Boy felt… almost dirty in a way for seeing her without it on.

It was such a rare occurrence to see her with her hood down, let alone with her cloak entirely off. And that just made the situation worse. Raven rarely let down her hood, and when it was down, it was usually during the early mornings and any comment about her hair was met with harsh comments in return. Any other time, it wasn't by choice and she was usually embarrassed by it.

He didn't exactly understand why, but he didn't question it. That wasn't for him to do. He had previously seen her with her hood down when he was first waking up from his coma, and the changeling was stunned by it. He loved the way she looked, so calm and beautiful, along with his shaken-up head, he didn't realize just what an oddity it was, for her to be comfortable enough around him to let her hood down.

But now, it wasn't her choice, her cloak was shed from her unconscious body, and while Beast Boy couldn't deny her in just her leotard was a pretty sight, it still felt… erotic and wrong.

However, he just couldn't leave her side. Cyborg had insisted on getting him some medical care for the left side of his face being swollen, along with various little cuts on his cheeks, chin and arms, but Beast Boy knew that would just draw him away from Raven and he wasn't going to put himself through that.

He couldn't see them, but Beast Boy knew his knuckles were colorless beneath his gloves as he tightly squeezed the armrest of the bed, watching the empath's stomach slowly rise for a few seconds, before falling back down to flatten her torso once more. A few gentle footsteps were heard beside him, but the changeling didn't bother glancing up to see who it was.

"Beast Boy… you really should get to bed." Cyborg's voice wasn't the loud and boisterous ear-blasting noise that Beast Boy was use to. It was quiet and almost similar to that of a father talking to a son. Though he wouldn't exactly know much about that given his past.

"Or at least let me take a look at you. We don't want your wounds to get infected, or else you're gonna be cramped in here for a while." His robotic friend continued, and Beast boy had to hold back a comment about not minding that, since it would give him an excuse to stay near Raven. Not that he should need one. What was wrong with being concerned over a teammate?

But, he wasn't stupid, and a loud sigh escaped his gaped mouth and he stepped back, sitting himself down on a hospital bed right next to Raven's, and Cyborg took that as him conceding to let his injuries be looked at.

As he felt the metal hands gently examining his cuts, Beast Boy was slightly annoyed by the fact that Cyborg's large body was blocking his view of the half-demon, and given how any attempt to move his head to try and get a look was met with a firm grip on his head, jolting him back to stare at Cyborg's chest.

"Alright, these little things shouldn't be any issue, bandage them up and you should be fine. As for the swelling here-" A robotic finger pointed at the bloated cheek of the changeling's, causing a hiss to escape his clamped teeth. "-Sorry, but yeah, some ice and time inside should do the trick."

Cyborg then walked to one of the cabinets in the sick bay, letting Beast Boy once more look at the levitating body of his crush, and he didn't know if he felt better or worse better of it. Being able to see her relieved him some, but being able to see her in her state was also heart-wrenching, knowing he couldn't do anything to help her.

"Here, I got the band-aids. Why don't you come out with me while I get you some ice? We can watch a movie or two together." The cybernetic hero suggested, and the changeling was so grateful he was in his life.

Cyborg was as close to a brother and even a father figure in his life right now, and while the two argued on occasion, Beast Boy couldn't really ask for a better friend. A small smile crossed his face for a moment, but one glance back at Raven instantly brought his mood back down. He didn't want to just camp out in the sick bay, worrying over things out of his control, but he felt as though Raven would pass if he took her out of his sight.

In the end, Beast Boy reluctantly nodded his head to the offer, standing up and taking the box of bandages that Cyborg was holding. Opening up the package, he pulled out several of the little stickers, giving the empath one last longing gaze before leaving the sick bay.

"Don't worry, man. Raven's one tough and stubborn girl, she'll be fine." Cyborg said comfortably, given the changeling a pat on the back.

If only it was so easy to believe…

Starfire was nowhere to be seen, probably catching up on her beauty sleep, while Robin was sitting at the dining table, idly tapping his fingers on the stand. He was missing his signature cape, probably because it was torn up, along with a few bandages wrapped around his arms. A scowl was on his face, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why.

Robin hated to lose. Underneath that rugged and sharp mask of his, he was a competitor. Both in rather minimal things like video games and cooking, and in combat. He didn't stay down unless physically forced to very often, and it was even rarer he called a retreat. And in both cases, the Boy Wonder lost his temper afterwards.

Self-deprecation was the most common reaction of his to defeat, but it wasn't rare for him to lash out at the others, especially if he noticed any sort of mistake they made during the battle. It was one of the very few situations that Beast Boy could recall where Robin actually got angry at Starfire.

Usually the others wouldn't see him for a day or two afterwards as he sulked in his room, going over everything that went wrong and how to correct it during the next encounter. And after that, it was a bunch of exercise drills. The changeling couldn't quite understand how Robin could endure everything he put himself through, with all the physical labor he put himself through. Maybe it was because he was still young or low metabolism, but with how much exercise the Boy Wonder does, it was a surprise he wasn't jacked to the gills and actually remained only toned with a 4-pack at best.

Regardless, it was just the boys in the main ops room, and Beast Boy gave Robin a small glance before entering the kitchen, getting out a ziplock bag before opening up the freezer and grabbing several handfuls of ice. Cyborg had went over to a drawer with a bunch of unsorted movies underneath their TV, scrolling through the many selections while whistling an unknown song to himself.

"Can we talk?" Robin's voice crossed over from the dining area to Beast Boy in the kitchen, and a prick of annoyance crossed his green features at the level of sternness in his voice. Here comes a lecture.

Filling up his bag in ice and zipping it up, Beast Boy reluctantly walked over to the dining table, sitting opposite of Robin and giving him a rather bland face as he held up the bag of frozen water to his cheek. A small hiss of pain crossed his face as the cold surface mixed with the warm pain in his face to create an odd sensation that hurt for a few seconds before it slowly eased down.

Using his shoulder to keep the bag on his cheek, Beast Boy then began to lay down some band-aids on his cuts, not even bothering to look up at the face of Boy Wonder, knowing he was staring a hole through him, even behind his signature mask of his.

"How are you feeling?"

That was a surprising first question that actually peeked the changeling's interest, glancing upward at his leader. "Not great, half my face feels like it's melting off, I got like a million little cuts and my body aches like crazy." He answered honestly, the former sidekick giving him a small frown.

"And mentally?"

Beast Boy raised a brow at the second question, his gaze now fully focused on Robin's face when he asked him. And quite frankly, it wasn't really comforting. Seemed more like someone trying to pry information out of a crime suspect than a friend looking out for another. And here he thought his leader was actually concerned for him. Silly Beast Boy.

"Worse." The changeling bluntly put it, now returning his focus on applying his band-aids, not even giving Robin the respect of looking him in the eye to gauge his reaction before going back to his task.

An audible sigh escaped the Boy Wonder's mouth, the tapping sound of his fingers frantically dancing along the wooden table increasing. "You think you can tell me what happened back there?" He was clearly losing any of the patience that he had, Beast Boy not even needing to look up to know that the vein on his forehead was throbbing visibly and a hard grimace crossed his face.

"Nothing worth mentioning." Now the mutant was starting to lie, hoping that it would get Robin off of his ass, but unfortunately it didn't.

"Clearly something happened, Beast Boy. Cyborg mentioned Terra trapping you in the jail yard, and you had to use your emergency call. Lucky Starfire was able to get back to you or else you could've ended up in a much worse state."

Beast Boy couldn't pinpoint why, but the mention of Terra, after he had thought he was able to move on, felt like a stab to the chest, his gloved fist pounding down onto the table. He thought he was over her, and yet just hearing her name sent a wave of emotion, mainly rage and sorrow, through him. "I got hurt and couldn't get out in time, so I tried to fight my way out and I'm sure Cy and Star told you all about how I handled that." He growled, looking back up to meet Robin's glare.

"And that's why I'm trying to help you, Beast Boy. Slade is up to something with you, and we need to figure out why. That's why you need to tell us anything you know." The masked leader insisted, which sounded a bit more genuine, but his face remained rather angered, and given his last statements, Beast Boy had little reason to believe he was now deciding to be sympathetic.

"Trying to help me or trying to fuel your obsession with Slade?" He coldly countered, before speaking up once more before he could get yelled at further. "To answer your question, I got my ass kicked by Mammoth, then Raven had to save me, which put her in a position to get hurt. After I got trapped, I ran around, avoiding stone man and glob man until Starfire came to help me."

If Robin was bothered by Beast Boy's Slade comment, he didn't show it, at least in terms of words. The look on his face didn't change, his brows were still furrowed and his mouth was curved downward into a frown.

"And why didn't you… get out of there earlier?"

"Retreat, you mean?" The changeling deadpanned, licking one of the peach-colored stickers before pinning it down onto a cut on his chin, watching the Boy Wonder shudder at the word, as if simply uttering the word caused a cold breeze to blow against his pale skin.

"I was hurt, Mammoth wanted me to be a gorilla for some sort of redemption from the police station incident. I tried to shift into a gorilla because, well, he was kicking my butt. And it didn't work out, and so I couldn't really transform to get out of there." He explained plainly, fishing his fingers into the box of bandages.

A hard sigh escaped Robin's mouth, a hand reaching up to cup his forehead, as if a hard migraine shot through his head. "Beast Boy, you know you couldn't have done that. You were barely able to be a bear!" An exasperated voice spoke down to the mutant, which only annoyed him further.

"What was I suppose to do? Let him beat me up until I couldn't transform anyhow? It was my only chance at actually taking him." He explained, impatiently dumping the rest of the bandaids onto the table, picking out a few to stick to the wounds on his cheeks.

"Well either way, I think I'm going to forbid you going on missions until your transformations are at 100%. I don't want to risk that again." Robin ordered, "It was dumb of me to allow you to come with us to the prison when you couldn't even complete an obstacle course."

Beast Boy snarled in response, one of his pointy fangs jutting out of his mouth. How dare he talk down to him like that? "Again? Do you not know who we are? We're the Teen Titans, and right now, we're down a member!" The changeling snapped, standing up and leaning over the table.

And it was true, no one knew how long Raven was going to be out. Hours? Days? Weeks? They need him!

"This is for your own safety, Beast Boy. Not only are your limited transformations a danger to yourself, but to others." The leader tried to explain, however the pulsing anger running through Beast Boy's head was too strong for him to try and find any reason with the Boy Wonder. "Cyborg, Starfire and I will be able to handle things until you two get better."

Beast Boy had trouble keeping his breath under control, angered huffs and grunts flowing through his flared nostrils. "This is about Slade, isn't it? You don't think I can protect myself against him, and so you want to treat me like a child so you can hog all of his attention to yourself!" He accused the former sidekick, which seemed to strike a nerve with Robin, who stood up in return to meet the changeling's glare.

"Damnit Beast Boy, this isn't about what I think of you! You are not in good shape already, combined with Slade using Terra-" The sound of wood cracking and crumbling interrupted Robin's explanation.

The table that separated the two had been broken in half, with the mutant's fists burning in pain. A pile of bandaids and the bag of ice that was propped up to his cheek fell into the wreckage, acting as almost a barrier between the two.

Splinters had pierced his gloves and stuck out of his hands like a porcupine's spines. Beast Boy didn't even know he was that strong to smash the dining stand like that, but right now, that was the furthest thing from his mind. "Don't mention her!"

"BB, calm down man!" Cyborg then interrupted the two, the large robotic teen stepping in between the two, metal hands raised in case either of the two went to blows.

"I know it sucks bro, but Robin is only looking out for you in his own way." He slowly explained, attempting to cool off his green friend, which was only met with an angered snort. "...no matter how dumb his explanations are."

"Beast Boy… whatever is going on, I want to help, you just need to trust me." Robin added, ignoring the jibe from Cyborg, which didn't help in the slightest, it only pissed Beast Boy off even more.

"Oh, that's rich coming from you! Red X ring a bell?" The changeling spat, his chest now pressing against the metallic hand of the peacekeeper, and the Boy Wonder did the same.

"That was a mistake! I was stupid and I'm sorry for that!" Robin insisted, "But like you said, we're the Titans, we got to trust each other! And you need to trust me that I'm doing what's best for you!"

More and more angered huffs were blown out of Beast Boy's flared nostrils, and his hands were squeezing down tight into fists. The changeling DID trust Robin, but right now? All he was seeing was red, and he needed something to vent out his frustration.

He was tempted to take out his frustration on his leader, a good smacking would deal him some good and teach him to loosen up on him, right? But while those thoughts were appealing, they also disgusted him. Why would he want to beat up his friend?

So, with a sigh, Beast Boy turned tail and walked out of the main ops room, leaving the two other Titans to talk among themselves, and thankfully he couldn't hear any footsteps behind him.

Stomping through the several hallways, he didn't have any certain place in mind, in fact, his mind couldn't find any place that would be appropriate to unleash his anger on.

Except for one. They weren't using it anyway, and its mere existence suddenly angered Beast Boy beyond any reasoning.

Terra's room.

He walked his way over to the barred up room, several planks nailed to the frame of the door, on top of a 'DO NOT ENTER' sign stuck to the wooden bars as well. Judging by how the nails looked almost a bit rusty, they hadn't been removed ever since they were pinned there the day Beast Boy had returned from the carnival.

So much for renovation. That was the excuse given to him by Robin, but what did he take him for? Some sort of idiot? Maybe it would've hurt less to see the planks on the door if he was told the truth, that the room was closed off so Beast Boy couldn't get more hurt by the memories of the place, but it was too late for that now.

Digging his finger into the planks, his muscles rippled and with a hard tug, the wood was torn from the door frame, nails dancing along the ground before eventually settling down, pointing upward and sure to give anyone who walked through the hallway a sharp pain in their foot.

Beast Boy didn't care though, he just kept tugging the planks from the wall until all of them were littered on the floor, leaving all that was between him and the interior of his former friend's room was the door.

Simply trying to open it however didn't work, and the changeling mentally slapped himself. Of course they'd lock it. However, that just meant he'd have to use more brute force, and that's exactly what he was going to use.

Backing up from the door until his back was pressed against the wall opposite of the barrier to the room, Beast Boy took a deep breath and charged forward, shoulder raised.

It would make sense to transform into something that would make the door easier to break, but in his current crazed state, that was far from his mind. His head was filled with all sorts of negative emotion, sweat was soaking his face and neck and he felt the need to vent.

The first attempt to break open the door, using only his skinny frame didn't work. But that wasn't going to deter the mutant, as he simply stepped back once more, ignoring the screaming pain in his shoulder and ramming himself into the locked door once more.

Second time was the charm, the door swinging open from its hinges, letting Beast Boy enter. Instantly, a wave of memories struck him as he looked at the pretty night-themed walls of the room. He had been the one to suggest how they set up her room.

It was based on the canyon they first found…. her in, but with the cool blue color of the sky replaced with an ocean blue, speckled with plenty of stars and a wide and shining moon on the ceiling.

The changeling had spent his fair deal of time setting up the wallpaper, being able to be an octopus letting him cover most of the walls while Robin, Cyborg and Starfire moved in all the furniture.

It was such a pleasant memory, casually chatting with his teammates as they worked to make the room the best it could be for their new friend. And that just made him even angrier. Any sort of memory that even slightly involved her was now nothing more than a depressing thought that would stick inside his mind like glue.

It was getting better as the days went on, Beast Boy even recalled smiling sometimes when thinking of her, but now… hearing her mock him, seeing Raven get knocked out because of her, trying to kill him…

He started with the wallpaper, digging his fingers into the pretty decoration and tearing it, exposing the gray walls. Constant ripping and slashing was all that followed, filling the room up with the sound of paper being shredded, his hands thankfully protected by his gloves.

Soon enough, all of the gray walls were exposed, most of the peach and blue wallpaper littered across the carpeted ground. And yet Beast Boy wasn't nearly satisfied, in fact, he didn't think he'd ever be satisfied. She would forever taint his memories, has forced both him and Raven into the medical bay for who knows how long, and all while being the lackey for one of the sinister villains he has ever come across in Slade.

How would she react if she could see what Beast Boy was doing? Sad? Scared? Angry? Maybe even happy, given her newfound twisted personality, which was a far cry from the shy, yet sweet and caring girl he had-

A hand instinctively came up to slap himself across the face, interrupting his thoughts. "Shut up!" He yelled at himself, ignoring his cheek stinging in pain as he moved onto something else to destroy.

This time, it would be her bed. It was queen-sized, with fluffy beige pillows and a thick red-velvet blanket. Raven had been the one to choose those out, making Beast boy hope she used some of that swell taste for her own room. Black and gray was… nice, but it felt creepy when that was all that filled up your living space.

Walking up to the abandoned bed, his strong nose picked up a rather familiar and painful scent. Terra. While the smell was faint at this point, given the time that has passed from when she betrayed the Titans, it felt like he was drowning in it, the scent almost hypnotic in a way.

Beast Boy almost forgot why he was even leaning over her sheets for a second, imagining her petite body laying beneath the covers, snoring away peacefully after a long day of crime-fighting. Maybe she dreamed of him sometime?

However, despite his gaze growing blurry in his tears as all those pleasant memories were forced back into his mind, the mutant wasn't going to get deterred. He wanted to be ANGRY, not sad.

Which was why he crawled under the bed, getting to the middle of the frame before taking a big breath. His rage made him not even think of the absurdity of what he was about to do. Beast Boy was never the strongest guy around, his slim arms and torso not being able to put on much weight, and not even needing the strength given his almost limitless list of animals that he could transform into.

But it seemed that he didn't even need any of that, squatting down as his hands began to push upward on the bed frame above him. A few seconds persisted of little movement, however, with a bit more willpower and pushing down with his legs as well, one half of the bed was lifted from the ground.

Beast Boy then shoved the frame, the bottom legs of the bed grunting against the carpet as they were pushed forward. The wafting smell of her assaulted his senses, but he did the best he could to ignore it as soon enough, he felt some resistance in his path.

Pushing upward, a final shove was given to the frame, using most of the strength the changeling could summon to push the bed through one of the bedroom windows. So much so that he almost fell out of the window himself, landing on shards of glass that broke when the queen-sized bed was pushed through it.

The sirens of the tower immediately set off when the window shattered, but Beast Boy didn't pay attention to that, watching the velvet sheets and the cream pillows, along with the wooden bed frame crash into the stone below from several stories high, crashing and breaking on impact.

"Beast Boy!" The yelling noise was almost that of a whisper to the mutant, his head racing with so many emotions that he couldn't pinpoint as he stared down at the shattered bedframe and the littered decoratives. "You're hurt.."

It was Starfire, her voice shaking in fear as Beast Boy could faintly hear the footsteps approach him. It was only when she pointed it out did he notice his hands and knees being pierced with several shards of glass and a particularly nasty gash was across his arm, one of the sharp pieces of glass still hanging on the wall dripping with blood and some of the gray fabric of his suit.

Blood was running down his elbow, either staining the sleeve of his top or littering scarlet red drops onto the carpeted ground below him. It wasn't too deep, but the bleeding didn't look like it was going to stop anytime soon and the stinging pain of his sweat dripping down into the wound was getting irritating.

"Let me help you.." The Tamareanan's soft tone was almost too quiet for the changeling to hear, and it came as a surprise when her hand was placed on his shoulder, causing him to jump and instinctively move away.

"Get away…" He was barely to get out of his mouth, pushing her orange hand away before standing up, ignoring the pain in his knees as he frantically looked around for more he could unleash his anger on.

He was disappointed to find almost nothing more in the room. They had kept the room almost completely empty, save for the bed, leaving it up to Terra to decorate if she so chose, and it seemed like she decided not to. She didn't stay long anyway..

However, a shining object laying on the ground caught Beast Boy's interest. It was the heart-shaped mirror he had made her. It was last left on the foot of her bed, which meant it probably fell off when he pushed it initially.

Walking up, the changeling reached a hand down to grasp the homemade box, lifting up the glass cover to reveal the contents of her signature comb and communicator inside. There was also a letter in there, but Raven had incinerated it when she got her hands on it.

Beast Boy had spent hours, making sure the thing was perfect for her. He had stayed in his room, going through so much labor just to make a little mirror that she didn't even keep for a night. In fact, it was the gift that he gave her the night he asked her out on a date, when he thought he actually had something, but of course life had to make sure that didn't happen.

Now, it was just a reminder of what a failure he was. How he was so stupid to fall in love with some pretty-faced chick that turned out to want to destroy him and his friends. How he did so much just to make sure she was comfortable and yet she tossed him away like nothing.

"Beast Boy, please.. Let me get you to the medical room." Starfire was now pleading with him, but the changeling wasn't having any of it, using one hand to hold back the alien while the other was used to throw the heart-shaped box right out of the window.

However, Beast Boy immediately regretted his actions as soon as the gift left his fingertips. He frantically reached to try to right the wrong of tossing the suddenly beloved object, but his incredibly fast instincts wouldn't save him now, and the heart-shaped gift plummeted out of the tower, crashing down onto the hard stone below and breaking into several pieces.

Or at least, he could only assume, seeing the metal box fall out of sight while the strong Tamearanean's arms held him back from trying to dive out of the window to retrieve it. Hearing a small crashing noise was all Beast Boy needed to hear to drop to his knees and slam a fist to the ground.

"Damnit!" Beast Boy groaned, pressing his forehead against the carpeted floor, digging his fingers into his sweat-coated hair. Why did he have to grow so attached to her? He wanted to be angry with her, to rid himself of anything that reminded him of her, and yet when he did…

Tears stung his eyes, and he could feel the drops running down his cheeks, mixing with his sweat and dribbling down, off of his face and staining the red carpet below him. A soft breeze blew against his side, and looking up, he saw his friend standing over him. "Friend… I'm sorry.." Starfire's gentle whisper serenaded him, pouting as he saw the orange-skinned girl holding several metal pieces, holding tiny shards of glass within them.

"Was this our previous friend's?" She then asked, her gaze wide and motherly, shining in concern for her friend. A small bit of Beast Boy appreciated that Starfire decided to not reference… her by name, but it still hurt, knowing exactly who she was talking about.

"I… made it for her." The changeling confessed, using his non-blood stained sleeve to wipe his nose, sniffling up snot as he was practically cradling himself in a ball. "Well it was… a very pretty gift you made. Maybe we can fix it?"

Keyword there was 'Was'. A solemn shake of his head was all he used to answer her, closing his eyes to try and hide his shame, as if she couldn't see the extent of how hurt he was. "Turn off the alarm…" Beast Boy could faintly hear the voice of his strong leader, and slitting his eyes, he saw Robin address Cyborg before beginning to walk forward.

Right… the alarm. The loud beeping noise was drowned out by the mutant, but now that it was brought back to his attention, it only furthered his shame. How mad must his friend be, to see him rolled up into a ball, crying over a little box with a huge gash in his arm and the room they were in completely destroyed…

Thankfully for him, Robin didn't talk to him, only exchanging whispers with Starfire, and while Beast Boy wasn't a great lip-reader, it was clear as day what the Boy Wonder was inquiring about. "Why is Beast Boy acting so fucking stupid?" maybe?

Suddenly, excruciating agony shot through his head, causing a scream to escape Beast Boy's mouth. If he wasn't already on the ground, he'd be forced down, his entire body feeling as heavy as a boulder and opening his eyes was instantly met with blackness closing in from the corners of his sight.

From what he briefly saw, Robin was kneeling over him while Starfire had stepped back, looking frightened as her hands were clasped together just under her chin. "Beast Boy! Beast Boy!" The changeling's name was yelled at him, however, the voices were soon drowned out by the horrid pain inside his skull, and soon enough, similar suffering ran through the rest of his body.

His muscles screamed as Beast Boy felt them expand, the ripping of his suit just barely heard over his own agony. He suddenly felt parched, throat as dry as sand, his mouth gaping and tongue lolling out, silently begging for water. And similarly, he was starving. His body was shaking rapidly, stomach roaring in need for nutrition and it felt like anything in his belly would soon be vomited out as waves of nausea raked through him.

Soon enough, Beast Boy didn't even any the luxury of sight, darkness fully enveloping his gaze and the screeching pain that caused it all soon halting. He could still twitch his muscles, though only somewhat, and his hearing was still there, and with the torture in his body slowly subsiding, he could hear his friends' panicked tones.

"Beast Boy…" Robin's faint voice was in awe, gentle footsteps slowly going further and further away. No… please.. He tried to cry out, only to find that he couldn't hear himself, as if he was in a dream. Am I dying..?

He could feel a cool breeze blowing against him, but rather than feeling the fabric of his suit stick to his skin, it was something much more… hairy, protecting his body from the wind. He was… standing up, feeling his toes sink into the fuzziness of the carpet below even though Beast Boy never recalled even moving from his rolled-up ball.

However, his senses began to shut down, the subtle noises of the room quieting down, and his body began to go numb, from head to toe. The last thing Beast Boy heard before fully falling into the void was a thunderous roar, like a mighty lion, and much more scary, the screech of Starfire.


I swear we're going to get to more romantic scenes soon! As previously said, please leave a review and thanks for reading!